Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

There was no one in the empty corridor who could answer his questions. Only the heavy weight coming from his two arms explained everything.

On the other side, after arranging Draco's affairs, Lynn picked up the few remaining meat patties and started cleaning up the battlefield.

From Doris and Hermione at noon, to Draco who ate without paying attention just now, more than half of the lunch he prepared for himself went into the students' stomachs.

Fortunately, there was still some left, which was enough for him, who didn't eat much - at least it could last until dinner time.

"Lucius Malfoy, this guy..."

Chewing the meat pie that was slightly salty due to cooling, Lin En sat alone at his desk and muttered to himself.

Although he didn't see the content of the letter, he knew what this businessman, who was full of trivial things, would write without even reading it.

Among all the Death Eaters and former Death Eaters, if Lynn were asked to pick out a few of his most familiar opponents, Lucius would definitely be in the top five even if he couldn't make it into the top three.

If Bella and Greyback were pure criminals, and Snape was an ambitious man pursuing the dark arts, each representing the two main groups of Death Eaters, then Lucius Malfoy was undoubtedly the outlier in this group.

He is more like a businessman, and the kind of businessman who likes risky investments.

In the First Wizarding War, he stood on the side of Voldemort in pursuit of the interests of pure-bloods and suffered a great loss.

Today, compared to the Dark Lord who was ignorant of his own danger, or Dumbledore who was half buried in the ground, he had learned from his mistakes and chose to place his bet on Lynn who was in his prime.

Although Lynn did not show any friendliness towards the pure-blood wizard family, he could even be said to be full of hostility.

This decisiveness will make people look up to him to some extent.

But Lin En was quite disgusted by his flattery that had almost no bottom line and even wanted to be expressed through his son.

After swallowing the last bite of meat pie and wiping the grease off his hands, a string of numbers appeared on the phone screen.

Lucius answered the phone quickly.

"I'm……"

"Malfoy, I remember I made it very clear before, don't do anything clever."

Without giving Lucius a chance to speak, Lynn's cold voice had already reached his ears along the signal.

"There is only one factor that determines whether you are truly valuable to me. Don't do meaningless things. It will only look clumsy. You know what I mean."

"...I understand. There won't be a next time."

Lucius's embarrassment almost showed through the screen, but before he could remedy the situation, Lynn hung up the phone.

In the manor, a gloomy middle-aged man held up the magic phone he had bought not long ago, and put it down after a while.

"It seems that I have backfired this time." Looking at his wife with concern, his smile was a little bitter.

It turned out that his understanding of Lynn was far less in-depth and thorough than the latter's research on him.

But having said that, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous when it came to actually doing it - he could betray those "pure-blood allies" who were only brought together for profit without any burden, but what Lin En asked him to do was not that simple.

As a businessman, he hopes to achieve his goals in a simple way.

But in front of Lynn, there was no shortcut for him.

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"Boring and vulgar guy."

After hanging up the phone, Lin En touched his half-full stomach and felt bored.

Dealing with such boring little calculations was a pure waste of time for him.

Taking note of Lucius's tactlessness in his heart, he got up and went out, heading straight back to his home in Birmingham.

As the day of the duel drew closer, his schedule became increasingly tight - which was also the reason why he used his lunch break to talk to Doris, Hermione and Draco separately.

Now, after finishing his school affairs and having no classes in the afternoon, he can finally free up his hands to carry out a study or choice that is crucial to him.

Chapter 369: The Limits of the Magic Book

In the underground training ground, the targets and training equipment that were originally neatly arranged were cleared out, leaving only a test bench.

Lynn was sitting here, holding the spellbook in his hands, with the loose-leaf magic he had just completed next to him, examining it carefully.

Although he has full confidence in the magic he has painstakingly honed, it has always been his good habit to make more preparations - the upgrade and iteration of the magic book is an extremely important part of it, and it is also an imminent item in a series of work arrangements.

Standing at a new height, the designs that seemed impeccable in the past now show flaws of varying sizes.

This is the inevitable result of broadening your horizons and the source of progress.

The few words in ancient books can no longer provide any practical help.

Several years ago, he had entered the stage of independent exploration in the research and development of the magic book.

The road ahead is full of unknowns and obstacles, and every step forward is the result of luck and hard work.

This is true of many magics, for there are no longer any paths blazed before them.

The ability to freely express one's thoughts as one pleases is not a level that all magic can easily achieve.

Many magics may have never reached such a realm from ancient times to the present, such as functional spells for specific occasions, or simplified and degraded spells that lower the threshold.

Some magic has fundamental limitations from the very beginning, and even the creator himself has only a partial understanding of it.

Hailbo's flying spell and time magic are typical representatives of this type of magic, as is Lynn's magic book.

If countless sixth-level magic is a symbol of diligence, then the existence of the magic book is a manifestation of talent and ambition.

From the very beginning, his goal was to catch up with or even surpass the legendary magic items of the four founders.

But even the most brilliant ideas need time to develop, especially in unknown areas with no reference to follow.

In the past few months, in addition to the intensive training in the Room of Requirement and his own underground training ground day after day, Lynn has poured most of his energy into this magical artifact he created with his own hands, striving to make a breakthrough.

Even the research that Helga had urged him to do had to be put on the back burner - in the past one or two months, he had been so busy that he had to put it on hold.

Even so, his research still encountered a bottleneck.

No matter how precious the materials are, they have their limits, and ultimately limit the presentation of magic - just like the loose-leaf magic that Lin En relied on most at the time, the Fire Spell and the Eye of Tonatiuh.

These level six magics that were compressed and stacked to the limit were not even weaker in power than some level seven magics, and they had been his trump card for many years.

But now, his magical attainments have undergone a qualitative change, but he is unable to keep up with the loose-leaf magic that he is so proud of - he can accommodate, but cannot accumulate like before, just like the Fiery Blaze that Grindelwald engraved on the parchment.

It’s not that there is a problem with the quality of the materials provided by the Magic Congress, but that the item itself has finally reached its limit.

There are two factors that determine the effect of a magic book.

Half of it is a special parchment that serves as a carrier of magic. Countless magical materials allow it to only maintain the form of parchment, but its interior has undergone a radical qualitative change.

As Lynn's skills continue to improve, especially the level of alchemy, it will be able to accommodate more powerful magic.

The problem is not here, but the other key half - the book itself that carries the loose-leaf magic and stores magic power.

Just before Draco arrived, at noon, he completed a loose-leaf magic engraved with the Eye of Tonatiuh, which could be said to be the last verification of the work, but the result was disappointing.

This was a spell that was almost as powerful as one he had cast himself. Perhaps its absolute power was slightly stronger than before, but the difference was only slight.

The road seems to stretch to the end, and there is no room for breakthrough just like the recognized magic number.

The parchment has an even higher capacity, but the magic book itself, as a higher-level container, is overwhelmed - in fact, this situation has already manifested itself when it was carrying the limit of sixth-level magic.

As time goes by, the lack of load-bearing capacity of the book itself will lead to the loss of loose-leaf magic, and the external manifestation is the decay and damage of the parchment. The longer the time, the greater the degree of damage, and the effect will be reduced accordingly.

Today, with the integration of seventh-level magic, this problem has been infinitely magnified. Not only is it impossible to accumulate quantity, even the storage time has been affected.

In just less than a year, the power of the Fiendfyre left by Grindelwald had been reduced by about one-tenth, and this was just the beginning.

It is undeniable that in actual combat, this kind of magic that does not require brewing is flexible and concealed, and can still play a miraculous role in many occasions.

But compared with its previous positioning as the final word, it is now somewhat unworthy of its name.

Staring at the magic book that had fought alongside him since his student days and was as important as the hawthorn wood wand, Lynn's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

In fact, he himself was very clear about the reasons and the crux - in the final analysis, this magic book was produced too early, and there were certain problems with the initial selection of materials, which led to extremely difficult to make up for the defects in the foundation, just like Voldemort's first Horcrux, his diary.

The founders' treasures were all made during their periods of success and fame. Countless rare treasures were added to each piece. Not only were they a stack of precious materials, but the entire body was almost a crystallization of magic - Gryffindor's sword even embodied the highest skills of the goblins.

Compared to them, the original version of the magic book seems too thin in every aspect.

Even though he later strengthened himself repeatedly through alchemy, this problem that arose from the source was eventually exposed on his path to perfection, and it was difficult to find a solution.

With the experiment failing again, the time has come to make a choice.

Should we continue to explore ways to transform the industry, or should we give up this path and start over with mature technologies?

The transformation is very difficult, and almost all paths have been proven to fail. The only option left is one that may be ridiculously costly and whose feasibility is only on paper.

The magic circle that Nicolas Flamel used to create the Philosopher's Stone was transformed to exclude spiritual elements, and the reconstruction was completed with the purest magic power and existing carriers.

This is an extremely difficult plan, with huge risks from an operational perspective and absolutely no cost-effectiveness.

If Nico were here, he would definitely choose to abandon this "semi-finished" magic book and rebuild it with the wealth, technology and experience accumulated over the years.

But this is a treasure named after him after all, and the hard work and ideals it carries even far exceed its own value.

It is not a consumable like a floater that can be replaced at any time, but a close comrade-in-arms that is an extension of the limbs like a magic wand. There is no reason to abandon it easily.

Rather than finding a new way, he would rather face the challenge head-on, just like he did countless times when he encountered difficulties in the process of exploring the mystery.

Even if it requires more time and money, everything may be wasted in vain.

This is a choice that is easy to decide on a rational level, and it is also easy to decide on an emotional level - the only difference is that the answers are opposite.

His slender fingers groped the rough spine of the book as he carefully loaded the last loose-leaf magic into the book, as if he was caring for a nearly completed work of art.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen precious magic materials fell on the table, and were crushed into powder by the tremendous magic power. They all fell into the containers prepared in advance and mixed together.

The scroll engraved with the alchemical array slowly unfolded, and several blood-red gems also appeared.

"Now Nico is going to say that I'm a spendthrift again..."

While muttering, the corners of Lynn's mouth slightly raised, his eyebrows curved in a soft arc, his hands opened, and the magic book and wand were on the left and right, releasing all the magic power as deep as the ocean.

He was sure that he had enough capital to be willful once, and that he had his original intention to stick to.

Magic has never been a business, and wizards are not businessmen.

Chapter 370: Rebirth

The essence of alchemy is equal exchange. The Philosopher's Stone, which stands at the top, is no exception to this, and the same is true for others.

A blood-red wave surged in the room. The magic book that had been baptized by the years floated in the air and its pages turned.

With the sound of "swish", the parchment with magic imprinted on it slowly burned and then turned into ashes in the flames.

First, the last page burned the fastest.

Then came the fire spell and hurricane spell that had been cast not long ago, as well as other magic that was also created for experimental purposes.

After that, there are those ancient and mysterious magics that have been stored away for many years and rarely have the opportunity to be used.

Finally, there was Grindelwald's Fiendish Fire Curse.

When the last piece of torn parchment burned up, only the cover of the old magic book remained, shining with magical patterns.

That was the root of all the problems and a true reflection of Lynn’s immature but passionate student days.

More than a decade of savings vanished in an instant, and all magic was transformed into pure magic power, except for the Fiery Curse that was excluded and gradually dissipated. That was Grindelwald's power.

The surging magic frenzy lit up the alchemical patterns, the dazzling golden light dispelled the brilliance of the magic gems, and even the air seemed to become thick and even solidified.

The priceless magical gem made with the goal of becoming the Philosopher's Stone seemed to have fallen into a furnace, melting into liquid from the outside in, and then collapsing into a small, lustrous blood-red dot.

It is like a base point, full of invisible but powerful traction, absorbing enormous magical power.

It was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up everything, and then slowly condensing under the drive of the alchemy array, as if it had life.

Every second represents an incalculable amount of magic power consumption, as well as mountains of gold and even priceless rare materials.

Even though Lin En, whose magical power is unparalleled in the world, would feel more exhausted and exhausted than ever before since his transformation.

This was a rehearsal for the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, and an attempt to abandon Hermes' sixth element in pursuit of ultimate magic power.

The magic power bearing Lin En's personal imprint swirled in the base point, intertwining with the pure but ownerless magic power, and finally merged into one, merging into the magic book that had gradually become translucent and like glass.

The souls of all things become weights on both ends of the scale - using the principle of equal exchange to make up for the shortcomings of history.